Do as 1 bid you.-Where's this cup I call'd | Make battery to our ears with the loud music ;-The while, I'll place you: Then the boy shal sing: for ? Men. If for the sake of merit thou wilt hear me, Rise from thy stool. [Aside. Pom. I think thou'rt mad. The matter? [Rises, and walks aside. Men. I have ever held my cap off to thy for cup. Thou art, if thou dar'st be, the earthly Jove: Pom. Show me which way. Men. These three world-sharers, these com- Are in thy vessel let me cut the cable; Pom. Ah, this thou should'st have done, know, 'Tis not my profit that does lead mine honour; Pom. This health to Lepidus. The holding every man shall bear, as loud [Music plays. ENOBARBUS places them hard SONG. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Ces. What would you more ?-Pompey, good Let me request you off: our graver business Is weaker than the wine; and mine own tongue almost Antick'd us all. What needs more words? Good night. Good Antony your hand. Pom. I'll try you o'the shore. Ant. And shall, Sir: give's your hand. You have my father's house, But what? we are Come, down into the boat. Eno. Take heed you fall not. [Exeunt POMPEY, CESAR, ANTONY, and Attendants. Menas, I'll not on shore. Men. No, to my cabin. These drums !-these trumpets, flutes! what !— To these great fellows: Sound, and be hang'd, [A Flourish of Trumpets, with Drums, Eno. Ho, says 'a!-There's my cap. Men. Ho-noble captain! Come. [Exeunt. It's monstrous labour, when I wash my brain, Ant. Be a child o'the time. Ces. Possess ¶ it, I'll make answer: but I had From all, four days, than drink so much in one. Pom. Let's ha't, good soldier. Ant Come, let us all take hands; Ven. O Silius, Silius, I have done enough: A lower place, note well, Till that the conquering wine hath steep'd our sense For quick accumulation of renown, Eno. All take hands.― Which he achiev'd by the minute, lost his favour. • Chorus. + Red eyes. Pacorus was the son of Orodes, king of Parthia. Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, I could do more to do Antonius good, Sil. Thou hast, Ventidius, That without which a soldier, and his sword, Grauts scarce distinction. Thou wilt write to Antony ! Tea. I'll humbly signify what in his name, That magical word of war, we have effected; How, with his banners, and his well-paid ranks, The ne'er-yet-beaten horse of Parthia We have jaded out o'the field. d. Where is he now ? Vea. He purposeth to Athens: whither with what haste The weight we must convey with us will permit, We shall appear before him.-On, there; pass along. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Rome.-An Antechamber in CESAR'S house. Enter AGRIPPA, and ENOBARBUS, meeting. Agr. What, are the brothers parted? Eao. They have despatch'd with Pompey, he is gone; The other three are sealing. Octavia weeps ALT. Tis a noble Lepidus. Exe. A very fine one: Oh! how he loves Ce sar! Agr. Nay, but how dearly he adores Mark Eme. Cesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men. For what you seem to fear: So, the gods keep you, And make the hearts of Romans serve your ends ! We will here part. Ces. Farewell, my dearest sister, fare thee well; The elements be kind to thee, and make Ant. The April's in her eyes: It is love's spring And these the showers to bring it on.-Be cheerful. Oct. Sir, look well to my husband's house; and Ces. What, Octavia ? Oct. I'll tell you in your ear. Ant. Her tongue will not obey her heart, nor You shall hear from me still; the time shall not Out-go my thinking on you. Ant. Come, Sir, come; I'll wrestle with you in my strength of love: Eno. Spake you of Cesar↑ How? the nonpa-Look, here I have you; thus I let you go And give you to the gods. Ces. Adieu; be happy! Band and Enter ENOBARBUS and EROS, meeting. Eros. There's strange news come, Sir. Eros. Cesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey. Eno. This is old: What is the success ? + Eros. Cesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let him partake in the glory of the action and not resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: So poor the third is up, till death enlarge his confine. Eno. Then, world, thou hast a pair of chaps; no more; And throw between them all the food thou hast, They'll grind the one the other. Where's Autony? Eros. He's walking in the garden-thus; and spurns [dus! The rush that lies before him; cries, Fool, Lepi And threats the throat of that his officer, That murder'd Pompey. Eno. Our great navy's rigged. Eros. For Italy and Cesar. More, Domitius; My lord desires you presently my news might have told hereafter. Eno Twill be naught : [Exeunt. SCENE VI.-Rome.-A Room in CESAR'S House. Enter CESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECENAS. In Alexandria,—here's the manner of it,— Mec. This in the public eye? Unto her Ces. 'the common show-place, where they exercise. Oct. Good my lord, To come thms was I not constrain'd, but did it Cer. Which soon he granted, Dang an obstruct 'tween his lust and him. f. Do not say so, my lord. Ces. I have eyes upon him, And has affairs come to me on the wind. t. My lord, in Athens. C. No, my most wronged sister: Cleopatra Each godded him to her. He hath given his The kings o'the earth for war: He hath assem- Papa agonia; the Thractan king, Adallas: Commagene; Polemon and Amintas, The Kings of Mede, and Lycaonia, with a bare larger list of sceptres. ft. A me, thost wretched, Be there in person? Eno. [Aside.] Well, I could reply : gether, If we should serve with horse and mares to[bear The horse were merely lost; the mares would A soldier and his horse. Cleo. What is't you say? Eno. Your presence needs must puzzle Antony; Take from his heart, take from his brain, from his time, What should not then be spar'd. He is already Traduc'd for levity; and 'tis said in Rome, That Photinus a eunuch, and your maids, Manage this war. Cleo. Sink Rome; and their tongues rot, That speak against us! A charge we bear i'the war, And, as the president of my kingdom, will Appear there for a mau. Speak not against it; I will not stay behind. Eno. Nay, I have done : Here comes the emperor. Enter ANTONY and CANIDius.“ Ant. Is't not strange, Canidius, That from Tarentum, and Brundusium, sweet? Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd, Than by the negligent. Ant. A good rebuke, Which might have well becom'd the best of men, Cleo. By sea! What else? Can. Why will my lord do so? Ant. For he dares us to't. Eno. So hath my lord dar'd him to single fight. Can. Ay, and to wage this battle at Pharsalia, That have my heart parted betwixt two friends, Where Cesar fought with Pompey: But these Tat do afflict each other! offers, Which serve not for his vantage, he shakes off; Eno. Your ships are not well mann'd : Ant. Set we our squadrons on yon' side o'the bill In eye [Exeunt. Enter CANIDIUS, marching with his Land Army one way, over the Stage; and TAURUS, the Lieutenant of CESAR, the other way. After their departure, is heard the noise of a Seafight. Alarum. Re-enter ENOBARBUS. Eno. Naught, naught, all naught! I can behold no longer : The Antoniad, the Egyptian admiral, Enter SCARUS. Scar. Gods, and goddesses, All the whole synod of them 1 Eno. What's thy passion? Scar. The greater cantle of the world is lost With very ignorance: we have kiss'd away Kingdoms and provinces. Eno. How appears the fight? Scar. On our side like the token'd § pestilence, Where death is sure. Yon' ribald-rid nag of Egypt, Whom leprosy o'ertake! i'the midst o'the fight,- Eno. That I beheld: mine eyes [lard Scar. She once being loof'd,** The noble ruin of her magic, Antony, Claps on his sea-wing, and like a doting malLeaving the fight in height, flies after her: I never saw an action of such shame; Experience, manhood, honour, ne'er before Did violate so itself. Eno. Alack, alack ! Enter CANIDIUS. Can. Our fortune on the sea is out of breath And sinks most lamentably. Had our general Been what he knew himself, it had gone well: Oh! he has given example for our flight, Most grossly, by his own. Eno. Ay, are you thereabouts? Why then, good night Indeed. [Aside. Can. Towards Peloponnesus are they filed. Scar. 'Tis easy to't'; and there I will attend What further comes. Can. To Cesar will I render My legions and my horse; six kings already Eno. I'll yet follow P The wounded chance + of Antony, though my reason Sits in the wind against me. [Exeunt. SCENE IX.-Alexandria.-A Room in the Palace. Enter ANTONY and ATTENDANTS. Ant. Hark, the land bids me tread no more upon't, It is asham'd to bear me !--Friends, come hither, |